I don’t have anyone to turn to about all this pain inside
So it looks like my paper and my ink is what I turn to  confide

It’s been a rough day but I knew that It was coming
But it didn’t hurt any less when you told me that I was nothing

I should have listen to your friends when they warned me about you
I thought that I was different that I could break through

But the joke is on me for thinking I could win your heart
Instead you took mine out of my chest and tore it all apart

I know that this pain is temporary, I know that it will end
I am just really tired of losing while watching others love win